Peach Pit LIT UP The Armory 5/30!
There are good concerts. There are great concerts. And then there’s whatever the hell that was at The Armory on Friday night. Peach Pit rolled into Minneapolis on their Long Hair, Long Life tour and left absolutely no survivors. Between the beer-fueled honesty, guitar solo chaos, and an opener that sold so much merch my buddy could barely carry it all, this one wasn’t just a good show—it was an event. A memory. A holy day for indie kids and chaos enjoyers alike.
And look—I expected Peach Pit to be good. They’re a tight band. But this? This was on another level. The entire city felt like it was headed to the same place. I couldn’t find a single friend or coworker who wasn’t going. By the time I walked into the venue, I felt like I’d just entered a neon summer carnival. When the Armory is full, lit up, and bouncing like that? It’s not just a venue—it’s a theme park. Friday night. Summer break. That “nothing matters right now” energy? Yeah, it had all of that.
But let’s not skip the openers—because ignoring them would be criminal.
BNNY went on first, and yeah—they're technically more low-key, synthy, kinda moody-pop. But the set? Far from sleepy. They moved the stage forward into the middle of the Armory which—honestly? Genius move. Made the whole room feel more like a warped living room than a concert hall. Bunny statues. Barbies zip-tied to the mic stands. Lead singer Jessica Viscius had this “cool older sister who listens to better music than you” vibe that made it impossible to look away. It was artsy without being pretentious. Strange without being gimmicky. Their energy totally contrasted Briston and Peach Pit—but in a good way. Think palate cleanser. The good kind.
Then came Briston Maroney. And if you’ve seen him before—like, say, at First Ave last year—you probably thought you knew what to expect. Wrong. This was Briston off-leash. The man looked like he was sweating out every emotion he’s ever had. Louder, rowdier, messier in all the right ways. Songs from JIMMY hit like they were played for the first time ever. My buddy looked at me midway through the set—mouth open—and said, “I need everything from that merch booth.” And he meant it. By the end of the night, he was a one-man merchandise rack. Call it merch madness. Call it love at first chorus.
And then—Peach Pit. My God. They didn’t walk onstage. They launched. Shadowy silhouettes. Sudden burst of War Pigs. Then boom—lights, chaos, limbs, volume. It was like we all got drafted into some indie rock civil war we didn’t know we signed up for. I came expecting good music. What I got was an experience. These guys were moving. Like, their feet couldn’t stay still. Their faces couldn’t stop smiling. The lights were absolutely hypnotic. Every guitar solo felt like a wormhole into another realm. And when they played “You Sure Know How to Drop the Guillotine on Me?”—I don’t remember breathing. That song slapped. Like, concussive-force-level slapped. Still recovering. Genre-wise? They don’t even try to pick a lane. One second it’s indie rock. Next second? Hard rock. Five minutes later? Twee pop with a pedalboard freak-out. Like: “We’re Peach Pit. We’re indie. Nah, we’re hard rock. Just kidding. Indie again. Surprise! Solo time.”
And the crowd? PACKED. Usually, I hang out by the trash cans for breathing room. My quiet little corner. Yeah—not this time. Shoulder to shoulder, all the way to the exits. Everyone was in it. And then Neil—oh, Neil. Between songs he casually drops, “I used to piss in my bed… last time, I was at my friend’s bachelor party.” Bro was 10 to 12 beers deep and still nailing harmonies. That’s real.
When it was over, I just stood there for a second like, did that actually happen? Because this wasn’t just another indie show. It was a shared fever dream. Something you feel in your knees the next day. Something that sticks in your head like confetti. Between BNNY’s artsy weirdness, Briston’s beautiful unraveling, and Peach Pit’s genre-defying, full-throttle chaos—the whole night was lightning in a bottle.
And somehow, they made it look easy.
